The new arrival
Laughing or crying, all is swell,
Just to know he is doing well.
He yawns and stretches, giggles and smiles.
Just loving everyone, and everyone loving him.
He is held and kissed on his little head. As they play with his hands and feet.
Looking forward through the years at everything,
The journey and all.
He's such a handsome baby,
at least thats my call.
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